The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After breakfast, Anthony was ready to go to the school hospital to check on Roger's condition. When he left, Dumbledore was looking at Harry Potter on the Gryffindor table with concern: the boy with dark circles under his eyes was squeezing a big dollop of ketchup onto his grilled sausage, smiling. Talking to Ron about something. A snow-white owl flew in, pecked his ears, and flew away again.

Fred and George said they were going to get an owl too. Anthony heard Ron tell Harry as he passed behind them, But I don't know where they're going to get it from...and, they Let me not tell mom.”

His third brother, Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley, asked across half the table: Why don't you tell mum?

Don't tell Mum you were knocking on Professor McGonagall's door so early in the morning! said Ron. Percy's face suddenly turned red, and he sat back angrily, turning his face firmly away from Ron.

Harry drew Ron's attention back: Hagrid invited me to his cabin in the afternoon, are you going?

Of course we do, Harry, Hermione said, frowning as she picked an owl feather out of her oatmeal, but I can only go for half an hour, and then I have to go to the library to review— —Seriously, I suggest you go with me. I can’t believe you guys have completely forgotten the review plan I made for you?”

Hermione, the exam is still... Ron bit his fork and looked at the ceiling showing the blue sky and white clouds, It's more than a month! Do we really need to remember who invented what crucible from now on?

Hermione said anxiously: That's only five weeks! And you can't count it according to the end of the exam!

Anthony left quickly. He suddenly remembered that he had not prepared the final exam questions for the third and fourth graders, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Final exams for elective courses are held earlier than required courses.

…

The windows of the campus hospital were half opened, and the breeze blew the white gauze curtains and bedside curtains gently fluttering.

Anthony opened the door, walked gently into the room, and immediately found Roger's bed - there were flowers and snacks on the bedside table, as well as a lot of chocolate frog cards of Quidditch stars, and everyone was riding a broomstick. Cards were flying around.

With his wonderful skills in the game and his current dramatic fate, Roger has gained many admirers and admirers out of thin air. Madam Pomfrey threw away those things that she felt were not beneficial to the patient's recovery, and rejected gifts that would interfere with other patients or take up too much space, leaving the remaining parts to still decorate the hospital bed with flowers.

Anthony walked closer and found someone sitting next to Roger's bed.

Tracy Davis was concentrating on arranging the bouquets from the Black Lake, picking out the little bugs one by one, and crushing them on the bedside table. The corpses of various ladybugs, spiders, and small flying mosquitoes were now neatly arranged in front of her brother's closed eyes.

Good morning, Miss Davis. Anthony said, How's the situation?

Tracy put the tweezers aside.

Professor Anthony, good morning. She said, brushing away a strand of hair hanging from Roger's eyelids, Not bad. Madam Pomfrey said that Roger woke up once in the early morning and was very conscious. But for the convenience of treatment, She fed him some life and death water, and he should be waking up soon.

Anthony nodded and stared at the scars around Roger's neck: That's good. I apologize to you, Miss Davis, my reaction was not timely enough...

But even in retrospect, Anthony doesn't know what he could have done. His most powerful and dangerous power was useless against an alchemical product that did not rely on life to operate.

Tracy shook her head: It has nothing to do with you, professor. I was there too, Roger...fortunately his life was not in danger... Her hands were tightly clenched on the edge of the bed.

Professor Flitwick's spell was used very promptly. Anthony said, leaning down and taking a closer look, Of course, Potter also helped a lot.

At this moment, Roger's steady breathing suddenly changed. His chest heaved violently, and then he opened his eyes.

Tracy whispered: Roger!

Tracy. Roger responded with a hoarse voice, staring at Anthony for a moment, Oh, Professor Anthony. He supported his arms and struggled to sit up.

Anthony quickly put a pillow behind his waist: Drink some water, Davis. He watched Roger take the water glass from Tracy's hand and took a few sips, How do you feel?

That sucks. Roger smiled and touched his bumpy neck and chin, Do I look like I have a tattoo?

Don't be stupid, Tracy said.

Roger asked in a hoarse voice: When did you come here, Tracy? Anthony then saw that Tracy's eyes were also black and blue, just like the Gryffindor boys.

Tracy said, Six o'clock.

That was such a coincidence, Anthony said.

What's wrong? Roger asked.

So Anthony explained to them the declaration of the seven hundred and seventy-seven snakes at six o'clock in the morning. When he mentioned that Harry was a Parselmouth, Roger just said: I guess I'm lucky. And when Anthony talked about the suspicion of Harry by his classmates, Roger kept shaking his head. Heard that provocation? When Lee was also a Ravenclaw classmate, Roger simply rubbed his face vigorously.

Anthony laughed: I guess I don't have to explain to you which version of the story I prefer to believe.

This thing is very simple. Roger said hoarsely, Potter saved me, no more. He looked at Anthony with some confusion, trying to confirm whether he had woken up and entered a world with different common sense.

Anthony felt he had to say something to Roger's classmates: That's because you didn't hear. When Potter showed off his gift of Parseltongue, it was really easy to believe that he was a bad guy.

Did you hear that, Tracy? Roger asked.

Tracy nodded, raised her head and asked Anthony: Is Potter a Parseltongue, Professor?

Anthony said with some surprise: I think so, Miss Davis. Why, don't you think he is?

Draco doesn't think he is, Tracy said. Draco thinks Potter just said something casually and pretended to be a Parseltongue. In fact, he was just pretending to be a ghost, trying to make everyone think he was. Very powerful.”

This is a very novel angle. A voice suddenly sounded in the ward.

Another voice said: Yeah, why didn't we think of it?

The heads of the Weasley twins suddenly appeared in the hospital room, and then their bodies. Fred held an invisibility cloak in his hand (much inferior to Harry's, but very large), and George smiled: You didn't close the door, Professor Anthony...or you, Davis.

It's me. Anthony said, standing up and closing the door to the ward.

Tracy looked at the Weasley twins in surprise, as if she couldn't figure out why they were here.

Anthony also asked: What are you two doing here?

Come to care about your classmates, of course. Fred said, leaning over the bed to look at Roger. Roger smiled and gave him a push. Anthony was surprised to find that their relationship was much closer than he thought - the last time Anthony caught the Weasley brothers and Tracy on a night out, they didn't act so familiar when it came to Roger.

Seemingly sensing his doubts, they and Anthony explained the reason for the change in relationship: the practice of Muggle Studies.

Roger's best friend and roommate joins the Weasley twins on a trip to a pet rescue shelter and is surprised to discover that they are both fans of the same Quidditch team. The Weasley brothers hit it off with the Ravenclaw who had a bunch of wild topics in his mind. They maintained this cross-house friendship after returning, so Roger and the twin brothers gradually became familiar with each other.

If you just look at the class, you wouldn't know that he is such a fun person at all. Fred said, But when he started to try to see whether eating five sizzling bees would fly higher than eating just one. , we knew this could be our friend.

…

We brought you a present, Fred said.

I originally wanted to place it directly next to your bed.

But Madam Pomfrey will definitely throw it away.

So... George said, struggling to take out a huge gift box from under the invisibility cloak, We stayed up all night, man. Even if you don't appreciate it, at least don't report it to Madam Pomfrey.

Anthony reminded: Do I need to avoid it?

No, Professor. Fred said confidently, You'll like it.

Just when Roger asked Tracy to open the colorful paper with smiling faces on the outside of the gift box for him, several students' comments sounded outside the window: Where did those two guys go? I don't know, but They will definitely have to go back to the lounge at night, and we will settle the score with them then. Do you want - yawn - to wait until night? I don't want to stay up late today.

Sounds like you're, ahem, in trouble, Roger said, leaning against the bed.

It's not a big deal, Fred said, watching Tracy remove the last layer of packaging. Nothing compared to—

A big snake jumped out of the gift box. Shocked, Tracy gripped the lid of the gift box and held it up to her chest like a shield.

-Not as good as if we were discovered by Madam Pomfrey. George said, raising his hands to comfort the pale Tracy, Hey, hey, don't shout, please. That's it.

He stood in front of the snake, raised his wand and said, Wrap around hissing me.

The snake slithered over awkwardly and wrapped itself awkwardly around George's specially extended calf. During this period, George also helped with his hands, adjusting the position of the snake to prevent it from wrapping itself around him and tying a knot.

This thing is a bit stupid, we are still perfecting it... Fred said, also raising his wand, Let go and hiss him.

The snake immediately slid down as smoothly as a rope and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The existing commands are 'Hiss me, let go of me' and 'Let go of him'. We're not sure if it recognizes men and women, so 'Let go of him' and ' Let go hiss her' now has the same effect. George said, We are considering adding 'hair pulling hiss' and 'escape hiss' so that we can fulfill our promise.

Anthony asked in amazement: Did you make it in one night?

Of course not. Fred picked up the snake, We already have some similar things on hand, but they haven't been formed yet...

George said: And the principle is actually very simple. It just requires it to make corresponding actions according to the password. Statues and the like are like this. But our inspiration mainly comes from, well, the inspiration of our predecessors. He was stunned. Roger smiled and said, Also, don't blame your roommate for not coming to see you, he also contributed a lot here.

If you agree, we're going to name it Roger the Snake, Fred said. We've got the slogan: Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss.

We'd like to ask Harry to do the publicity.

Roger coughed and laughed: I can wrap it around my neck, as long as you share a little of the profit with me.

Tracy seemed to think this toy was unlucky and stared at it for a long time with a frown. However, the Weasley brothers soon demonstrated the ultimate password: I am hiss Roger Davis hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss with with all of his voice, I am sssssssssssssss of Roger Davis sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss with one with the message with the ultimate command'.

The snake in front of him gradually turned into a strange black-purple color, then spit out flames from its mouth with an earth-shattering explosion, spun around in a strange posture, and finally flew upside down into the sky, exploding under the ceiling of the school hospital. Leaving a line of golden get well soon hiss.

Tracey finally couldn't help laughing: I was going to say that Draco might want one. Now he doesn't.

Malfoy? Malfoy must be extremely jealous. He wants everyone to think he is a dark wizard. George said.

Tracy couldn't help but nod and whispered: Draco has been talking about how Potter could be a descendant of Slytherin... Well, we also think that Potter shouldn't be.

You? Fred asked, and then he seemed to suddenly realize that Tracy was also a member of Slytherin, and touched his nose awkwardly. Anthony bet he swallowed a few of the Slytherin jokes that came to his lips.

Soon, Madam Pomfrey, who was attracted by the explosion, found that the ward was full of people who were not sick, and angrily kicked them all out, leaving only Tracey to accompany her brother.

We'll find a way to fix your neck, Mr. Davis, she said to Roger, sternly but gently, but now, lie down, you're not ready to sit up yet.

…

Anthony left the Weasley brothers with a group of students watching eagerly at the end of the corridor, returned to the office, and said hello to his two roommates. The cat was holding a scarred mouse toy on the cat climbing frame and biting it, while the resentful mouse was sleeping indifferently on the other side of the cat climbing frame, trapped in a ball of cotton that the cat had caught.

Anthony took the lesson plan from the desk and waved it to them: I'm going to the library - Cat, don't hurt anyone.

The cat glanced at him, flattened its ears, and scratched irritably on the shelf. Amidst the harsh sound, deep scratches were carved into the extremely strong cat climbing frame made by the master of transfiguration. The mouse was woken up, trembling his beard and looking around to see what was going on.

Good cat, I'll bring you some wine later. Anthony said, reaching out and patting its head, and when it grabbed it with a paw, he quickly withdrew his hand, leaving only a trace that would soon be invisible.

See you later. He smiled, turned around and closed the door. When he left, the mouse was moving his little cotton bed off the swaying cat climbing frame.